As part of my ridiculously cliche and totally unsurprising goals for the new year, I’m attempting to lose some weight. Thirty pounds of it to be precise. My plan is simple: eat more veggies, eat less crap and MOVE ALL THE TIME. I bought a pedometer. This clearly means I’m serious about getting down to business.
My workout routine is double what I’ve tried in the past. Every day for the past week I did two separate workout videos: Power 90 Fat Burner (the kickoff workout for the P90 series), and Julianne Hough’s Just Dance. I have to admit, I bought the dance workout because I love dancing and because the chick on the cover looks vaguely familiar…I was a little ashamed of myself when I realized she looked familiar because she plays Ariel in the new Footloose movie. Luckily, she’s not as annoying as I was afraid she might be.
Here’s what I’ve learned from my efforts this week: I sweat more than someone my size should…it’s disgusting. Also, and most importantly: when I’m out of shape, my sense of rhythm suffers.
I’m a good dancer. Really! I seriously don’t suck when it comes to choreography (put me in a club, however, and something entirely different happens…I won’t lie people, it’s not pretty). I’m always the girl teaching the moves to the rest of the room. I pick up on things quickly. At least, I do when I’m fit. It’s utterly embarassing how difficult this Just Dance workout has been for me. Things that are supposed to look crisp and sexy end up looking like I tripped over my own feet…and then, inevitably, I end up tripping. After two days with this chick assuring me through the television screen that I “look great!” and can “work it!”, I find myself just a little disappointed at my lack of overall awesomeness when it comes to the 3 choreographed dances in this workout. I feel clumsy, and I’ve never felt clumsy. I feel decidedly UN-sexy…despite the fact that Julianne insists that I should feel the opposite.
In short: I really need to get back in shape if I ever want to put on my dancing shoes again! Your job it to harrass me until I get the job done. Deal?